As you holded the gun, which you shot at your toxic ex boyfriend with, you stared at the body eith wide eye and shaky hands. “I killed him…”

Simon reaches for your hand to take the gun. “Give me then gun.”

You didn’t move to give him the gun as you repeated the wirds you had said earlier. “I killed him”

Simon, sensing your panic and stress, spoke up. “No, you just shot him. Look.” He grabbed the gun from you and shot your ex boyfriend on the chest.

He then turned to face you, putting the gun down and placing both hands onto your shoulders. “See that? I killed him, okay? Not you.”